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- Prologue
All it took was a miraculous cry and babble for a secretly-kindhearted demon and a rebellious angel to realize what they have done.
Months passed since the cancelled apocalypse. To the day, no one still remembered or understood, a thing. The Summer came to an end for Adam Young and The Them. Newt Pulsifer and Anathema Device continued to spend their time together, blossoming a fond, faithful, and sturdy relationship. Madame Tracy and Sergeant Shadewell travelled off together, soon becoming trapped into each other's arms. It all seemed calm and perfect, even for two celestial beings who were lucky enough to be gifted with peace, being unbothered by their respected folk, Heaven and Hell. They were gifted with peace.
And a child.
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Did God just happened to miraculously drop a baby between the demon and angel? Not exactly, if she played her cards right. You see, it was a process. In order for this child to be born, created, whatever the correct term may be, it all started with a confession.
Aziraphale and Crowley were nearly inseparable after the days of the apocalypse. Crowley found a lot of his time spent on the sofa inAziraphale's bookstore, and most of the time, Aziraphale would be found sitting in Crowley's apartment, sipping a fine glass of wine. The feelings that these two had for the last 6000 years was undeniable, yet neither said a word about it. It drove the other mad, and they didn't know what to do with these feelings.
Crowley wanted to hate Aziraphale once he became aware of his emotions. Playing the cool, loose, dramatic demon was a hard role to play, especially when you were constantly spending time with the love of your life (Crowley hated this. But that's what it was.) The demon was more discreet about how he felt, easily making his gazes behind his black shades and deep frowns/smirks. Aziraphale, on the other hand, was not so discreet. Being an angel who felt love and happiness from others, Crowley was no different. But the angel couldn't bring himself to come to terms with what he felt from and for the demon. It was all too risky, absurd. He feared that he could be discoropated, killed even. This time for sure, Heaven would see through their games and burn him in Hellfire.
The one thing that held both beings from coming to terms with their infatuation was fear. But, one night, accompanied by soft, honest words and a chaste kiss, it was like fear never existed.
It was like the world never existed.
Aziraphale was still in one piece, on the Earth, lips locked with the one demon he loved dearly. Nothing happened. He was there. With Crowley's arms, in love. God, he was deeply smittened, he loved and hated it. And Crowley couldn't have agreed more.
They spent their days on Earth normally, but now with confirmed love.
It was almost a year until the Miracle happened. The demon and angel gave each other company in the old bookstore on a rather cold night. Light snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, decorating it with small specks of glittering white. It was dark, but there was light from other buildings and lampposts. It was a beautiful winter night. Aziraphale sat cozied up next to Crowley with a warm cup of hot cocoa while Crowley was sprawled across the couch, shades off. The demon was cold-blooded due to being a snake, so he found warmth in Aziraphale. On nights like this, he couldn't help but to latch onto him and never let go.
The angel and demon found themselves in deep, yet light conversation. They were merely just enjoying themselves and the night. Soon, they just embraced the comfortable silence until the demon popped up with a question.
"Do you ever wonder how your Almighty came to create life?"
As if it was a normal question, Aziraphale answered normally, "We don't question God. Though... I suppose, in other words.. had a thought once. But I immediately shook it away. Why?"
"Ever wondered if other demons and Angel's could do the same?"
"Well, there certainly has been other beings who've created before. Though, creating life may be questionable. May I ask why again?"
Crowley was fixated on the burning lamp across the room. When the demon didn't respond right away, Aziraphale slowly sat up and turned to him.
"Crowley?"
"What if we created life of our own, Aziraphale?"
The question nearly caused the angel to discoropate. Aziraphale choked and sputtered on his own saliva before gathering himself. As he pounded on his chest, hacking, he eventually found words again.
"Crowley! That's impossible--"
"How so?"
"Because I am an angel. And you are a demon. That... I don't think-- Crowley, how would that even work?"
The room fell silent again once the angel saw the look in the demon's eyes. Crowley's usual sharp face was soft as he held a wistful gaze at the burning lamp. It was a look Aziraphale never even thought he would be able to see, but here he was. Looking at a hopelessly hopeful, wistful demon. Aziraphale's face eventually softened as well as he felt himself give into the idea.
He hated that love was so powerful. If he wasn't so in love, Aziraphale wouldn't even have second thoughts.
"...I suppose it would not be too impossible," Aziraphale said with a sigh. Crowley looked down at him with the same look, which made the angel's heart squeeze tightly in a million of places. Aziraphale couldn't help but smile fondly. "After all, I did fall for a kindhearted demon."
"For Hell's sake, stop saying that, Angel."
The two celestial beings said no more, because their lips were too busy being locked within each other. The kiss was soft and sweet, yet held with intense emotion and passion. It held longing of 6000 years, raw emotion was practically spilling into each other. Their hands found their way to each other and gently intertwined as their bodies grew impossibly closer. This moment of intimacy felt like it lasted for a lifetime, and neither wanted it to end.
Both were unaware and oblivious to the glowing lights of mint green and purple intertwining with each other from the locked hands. The mixed lights eventually found their away around them, circling around them like the Northern Lights. The lights blended and turned into a beautiful hue of pink.
Everything had to come to an end when a small whine erupted from in between them.
All it took was a miraculous cry and babble for a secretly-kindhearted demon and a rebellious angel to realize what they have done.
Aziraphale and Crowley stared at each other with eyes wide as saucers. The cry continued, it was soft and whiney and didn't sound like a legitimate cry. However, no one could mistake what kind of cry it was. Not even a demon or angel.
The celestial beings eventually withdrew from each other with hesitation and caution. Their eyes traveled downwards in between them. It was no mistaking what was happening at this point. Two pairs of crystal blue and yellow eyes met soft, olive skin and a small tuft of white hair. It was a small ball of joy and bliss in between them, something they didn't know they could make.
It was a child.
"Crowley," Aziraphale breathed out, a loss for other words. He stared at the beautiful infant with bewilderment, joy, confusion, and excitement. It was hard to settle for one emotion when a hundred of others overwhelmed you greatly.
The baby had stopped their cry and opened their eyes, revealing a pair of heterochromatic eyes; the left was a soft, pastel yellow while the right was a soft blue. They stared at the two beings in front of them, their face temporarily unreadable.
Aziraphale and Crowley held their breath as they stared back, afraid of what may happen next.
And they were shocked. The baby laughed. The crinkle of the eyes and the soft, toothless grin easily displayed sheer happiness and joy from the little being. It was breathtaking.
"Crowley," Aziraphale said once more, finally finding the words to speak again. "...They're... so wonderful. Did we... do this?"
"I would assume so, Angel," Crowley replied. His snake eyes never left the laughing infant. He couldn't look away, how could he? He had just created life. With an angel.
"Well, what do you suppose we do, dear?"
'That's a good question,' Crowley thought. Neither of them could tear their gazes away from their creation as they reached up to touch their faces with their tiny, soft hands.
"Well, what else do you do with a child? You raise it."
"You got your wish then, dear. You-- We created something entirely new. You, a demon--"
"--And you, an angel."
Aziraphale and Crowley finally looked at each other in the eye, and broke out into wide grins. Upon seeing their creators smile, the baby laughed even more.
It was true; it only took one angel and one demon to make some entirely new, to do something no other could have done. They created a life of their own. And it wasn't through objects such as a rib or a stone. Nor was it through sexual reproduction. It was something far more valuable than that, something so powerful and pure that it was almost unfathomable.
It was through love.